Zhou Ziheng approached and looked at the man wearing a loose black denim jacket on the scaffolding. His hair was half tied, standing on the rack at the left end of the giant head, with his back facing him filling the black resin on the cracks in that face.

This is the first time Zhou Ziheng saw Xia Xiqing working hard.

Next to him was another young boy standing, and the two of them were talking and laughing while completing the creation of this huge exhibit. Everyone was rushing for progress with concentration, and no one noticed Zhou Ziheng's approaching.

Xia Xiqing, who was standing on the shelf, turned his head and said to the junior brother, "Xiao Qi, please hand me that awl."

Xiao Qi yelled, squatted down to get the awl in the tool box. When he stood up, he was too fierce and the steel frame shook. Xia Xiqing quickly pulled Xiao Qi who was unbalanced with quick eyes and hands, but he couldn't hold it steady and his feet slipped out of the safe range.

Seeing Xia Xiqing stepping on the air, Zhou Ziheng's heart suddenly hangs. He threw down the things in his hand and rushed up quickly, subconsciously stretching out his arms to catch the person who fell.

The moment he hugged him, Zhou Ziheng's arms felt ache, and the impact of falling and shrinking made him grit his teeth and look at the person in his arms worriedly.

I saw unexpected things that had never appeared in Xia Xiqing's eyes.

Although Zhou Ziheng was tall, he ignored that Xia Xiqing was also a man. The impact of gravity acceleration almost made him unable to bear it. He flashed his knees and finally fell on the mat.

Before he could react to what happened, Xia Xiqing, who fell heavily, was already lying in Zhou Ziheng's arms, lying on his chest, and was firmly held by his arms. His body underneath gave Xia Xiqing enough buffer.

But the shock in Xia Xiqing's heart could not calm down.

He got up, his hair hanging in disarray in front of his face, covering his beautiful face. He was stunned to grab Zhou Ziheng's arm, and pulled him up hard, his voice a little weak, "Hey... are you okay..."

Zhou Ziheng frowned, and his arm that he grabbed shrank, "Wait..."

Xia Xiqing grabbed his collar, and the face that had always been wearing a gentle mask finally showed an out-of-control expression, "You have a fucking trick in your mind, right? I fell down and fell to death, why do you come here to pick it up? Do you really think you are the heroic film now!"

His chest fell and his hand holding Zhou Ziheng's neckline gradually loosened. His boiling emotions became cold and he cursed in a low voice, "I'm so fucking sick..."

Even though he was scolded like this, Zhou Ziheng didn't feel uncomfortable at all.

He looked up at Xia Xiqing, his mouth slightly raised, and his other hand supported himself and half sat up.

The hat on his head fell off when he fell to the ground. His hair was a little messy, but the smile on his face looked so beautiful. His deep eyes looked at Xia Xiqing, full of stars.

He pulled Xia Xiqing's denim jacket, and his low voice was filled with a smile.

"Hey, this jacket is too ugly."

He picked up the baseball cap that fell beside him, stretched out his hand to Xia Xiqing, who was still a little stunned, and put the cap on his head.

"It's better to wear mine."

The author has something to say: Hengheng's small theater in his brain:

Why did Xia Xiqing get so annoyed that he followed me wherever I went - I didn't wait for him - he didn't come for me at all - he came to me! - He came to me just to ask me to deliver food - How could I, a big star, deliver food to others! - Forget it, let's give it - he actually wears other people's clothes and is talking and laughing with others - Damn my wife fell down!

Reiterate again: Hengheng was twenty years old (192cm), and Xi Qing was twenty-five (185cm), so it was the setting of five years old.
Chapter completed!